A Hospital in Another World?

Garrett’s scheming was clanging like a busy abacus.

Tomorrow, he planned to tour the slums to scope out a suitable site for a hospital.

Preferably, it would be on ownerless land, so he could directly negotiate with the council office. If no such land was available, he would have to figure out a way to buy some...

Building the hospital would not be difficult for the seasoned construction teams of Nevis City. A few stories high, it could be completed in half a month, at most one month.

Of course, the hospital would rely on magic for security, sterilization, and sewage treatment. He would need to consult with the Alchemy Guild to see if they could help set up a magical array.

As for staffing, he planned to "shear some wool" from the three temples to have enough healers. As for apprentices, he would think about it—public recruitment of apprentices might require certification...

However, all his planning halted at the first step.

Dinner had just ended, and an invisible servant was still tidying up the table when a tapping sound at the dining room window began. Aurora jumped up to open it, and in a moment, a mechanical bird was let in:

"Garrett, you’re back?" The bird, cloaked in toasted blue feathers that gleamed brilliantly, boomed. As it spoke, Aurora quickly shrank back:

"Ah... oh... the teacher is looking for you..."

Aurora froze in place, slowly turning around on her heel as stiffly as if she were a novice necromancer controlling a skeleton.

Garrett spread his hands in resignation. Well, the big shot has summoned, tomorrow’s plans for hospital scouting are on hold...

Left with no choice, Garrett worked overnight to finalize the hospital site requirements in writing and asked Master Norwood to scout the site on his behalf. As for himself, he began rummaging through his space bag like a hoarding hamster.

The next morning, he rode out on his mount, Apa, crossing hills to catch the first train up the mountain. Aurora, stubbornly tagging along, followed him from the back of a silver moon deer onto the train:

"Why do you insist on following me?"

"It’s been so long since you’ve been here, I’m afraid the teacher will scold you..."

Aurora clung tightly every step of the way. Off the train and onto the summit, they entered the Thunder Tower—only then did her pace slow, dragging her feet unwillingly forward.

Garrett: "...So who exactly are you afraid will get scolded?"

No matter who was afraid of being scolded, they had already arrived. A cut when sticking one’s neck out was the same as a cut when withdrawing it. Garrett knocked on Archmage Carlisle’s door, greeted him, and then hurriedly presented a pile of items:

"So, this is my new research paper... This stack is related to blood oxygen detection magic, this bit is related to ECG magic..."

"These are spell scrolls, I’ve drawn out the models for the related spells..."

"These are related medical records, the Curse Magic Department might be interested..."

"These are gifts for you... Mink fur, weasel fur, beaver fur, these bottles are monster blood, this gemstone is a specialty from the great wastelands..."

When Garrett first entered, Archmage Carlisle was initially blustering and rolling his eyes, exasperated. This boy, gone for over half a year, running from one end of the Black Gate Peninsula to the other, even fraternizing with a silver dragon—

Of all Carlisle’s disciples and grand-disciples combined, none were as troublesome as Garrett!

Yet, as the table piled up with more and more items, Archmage Carlisle’s expression softened. He squinted, sizing up Garrett rhythmically tapping his fingers on the table:

"Level five now... hmm..."

As if a breeze had passed by, Garrett suddenly shivered. Archmage Carlisle’s brows relaxed, a smile emerging:

"Hmm, your mental strength is very solid, and your sensitivity is quite good. Very good, very good, the trip wasn’t wasted."

He flipped through the papers on the desk. One paper, two papers, he didn’t even look at the medical records, just patted them on the paper:

"Tell me. You’ve been gone so long, what have you achieved? What are your plans next?"

"Um, I’ve advanced to level five as a priest!" Garrett reported proudly:

"My mage level also reached five! I created two new spells, um, although one was with the help of Miss Ophelia, and there’s one incomplete new spell, not quite functional, so I didn’t write a paper about it!"

He bent one finger after another, his chest puffing out more and more:

"I’ve also perfected a lung-cleansing method, ready for direct treatment on people. Next

up, I plan to build a hospital..."

"How many third-tier spells have you learned?"

Archmage Carlisle suddenly interrupted. Garrett choked, and under the Archmage’s direct gaze, he confessed honestly:

"…Flight..."

"You haven’t learned Fireball? No Sanctuary? No Protection from Energy, no Evasion Detection, not even Healing Critical Wounds?"

Archmage Carlisle fired a series of questions. With each question, Garrett shook his head, and with another question, he shook his head again.

Seeing the Archmage’s face growing darker and his breathing heavier, Garrett hurriedly said:

"I’m learning! Really, I’m learning! Healing Critical Wounds, Remove Disease, I’m learning these two spells! I’ve just advanced to level five as a mage, excluding travel, I’ve only had less than ten days!"

Ten days...

Archmage Carlisle’s frustration eased a bit.

Third-tier magic isn’t cabbage, and learning even one spell in ten days is a sign of excellent aptitude.

But thinking about Garrett’s upcoming plans, Archmage Carlisle couldn’t help but complain. Heart rate increasing, blood pressure rising, only a vigorous rant could relieve him:

"Why can’t you do something serious? Level five! A major threshold! With so many third-tier spells available, why can’t you learn them all first before stirring up trouble?"

Garrett instantly felt a bit guilty. Since knowing him, every time Archmage Carlisle saw him, he would nag him to advance quickly, to learn more spells. Instead, it was he who was always frivolous...

"Well... I’ve already drawn the blueprints for the hospital, I’m letting others choose the site, letting others build!" he tried to reassure:

"During this gap, I’ll try to learn as many spells as possible, the most important ones!"

"At least learn sixteen!" Archmage Carlisle commanded unequivocally:

"Sixteen, two from each school, practice Fireball, Dispel Magic, and Protection from Energy to instant cast. Before then, don’t think about causing trouble!"

Garrett knew himself well. He was supposed to overcome this hurdle with healing spells, but that didn’t stop him from engaging in intensive study initially.

If it weren’t for the fact that learning all third-tier spells was unnecessary, he really should be locked up to learn them all!

"No!" Garrett cried out. Before he could protest further, Archmage Carlisle already commanded:

"This is for your own good! For your safety! If you were just staying in the Mage Tower, I wouldn’t say anything, you could study whatever you want first, research whatever. But opening a healing facility? That’s not acceptable!"

"I’ll be careful..." Garrett tried to struggle again. Archmage Carlisle waved his hand:

"What’s the use of just being careful?! Do you know why I urgently called you back? Your name is on the Radiant Church’s wanted list, a team has specifically been sent to the Black Gate Peninsula to kill you!"

What? Although Garrett had many guesses, he hadn’t expected this reason. Archmage Carlisle sighed:

"The team that the Radiant Church sent to the Dwarf Court caused trouble, for some reason, not one of them returned. Their ship was delayed, coming neither from the left nor the right. Upon inquiring, only then did we find out about the events of the selection battle—you made quite the spectacle!"

Garrett shrank his neck, chuckling sheepishly. Archmage Carlisle continued to sigh:

"Lucky for you. There was waiting, and asking for permission, and back and forth, it took a lot of time. There’s no strong action team on the Black Gate Peninsula, by the time they dispatched from the headquarters, our people heard and managed to call you back in time."

Garrett remembered the warship that brushed past them as they sailed out of the bay, and he shivered on the spot. Archmage Carlisle stroked his beard:

"The Mage Tower’s defense is sufficient, not afraid of their attack. But you want to treat the poor, which means anyone can walk into the healing facility, right up to you—this is very unsafe, do you understand?"

Garrett shivered. In his previous life, it was the same—other professions, a bank president, a big company CEO, or a scientist, ordinary people rarely even had a chance to meet them. However, however...

A medical expert of similar social status, even if he received a national subsidy as a national treasure, his clinic slots were still available to the general public.

Without security checks at the hospital entrance, without guards beside the doctor, this meant that any ill-intentioned patient or their family could wield a knife at the doctor.

"I understand." His voice suddenly lowered:

"Rest assured, I will definitely take care of my own safety. I will prioritize learning a few important protective spells, as well as Fireball. I will increase the defense measures at the hospital, add guards, to ensure that if we can’t win, we

can at least escape—"

"Those few aren’t enough! I’ll mark eight for you, no, ten!"

Archmage Carlisle calculated and felt every spell was important, wanting to be able to fight and defend, to run and heal, missing any spell could be disastrous. Thinking of the hit list that came from the review board, he couldn’t help feeling anxious:

"Forget it, just stay here with me first, learn these spells well, master them, then go on with your healing facility antics!—Anyway, from advancing to encountering barriers, it’s always several months, this little time doesn’t make a difference!"

Ten spells, three days for each, a month would pass. If any were difficult and took three months, it was a matter of minutes. Garrett calculated the time, arguing his case:

"They won’t come so quickly!—I’ll be careful these days!—I’ll always bring guards!—I’m just going out once, to finalize the hospital site!"

Archmage Carlisle furrowed his brow, unwilling to agree. Aurora looked at her teacher’s face, then at Garrett, cautiously tugging at his sleeve. Garrett shook off his hand, stepping forward:

"How about this, let’s make a bet!—I’ll learn a new third-tier spell, you learn a new spell I just researched, if you learn it later than me, you let me go! Otherwise, I won’t learn anything!"

"…Do you think I’ll learn slower than you?" Archmage Carlisle laughed outright:

"Tell me, which one should I learn?"

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